Sometimes we crave silence
but everywhere there is noise.
The intrusive noise of a blaring radio
or children screaming at one another
at the top of their lungs.
All you want is silence
and all you get is
noise, noise and more noise.
2 June 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have to agree with you here...great write David...10+++